MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel arrived home late, his face a mixture of visible upset and frustration. The events of the day had left him drained, and all he wanted was silence.
As he stepped into the living room, his sister, Elizabeth, sat comfortably on the couch, sipping tea and scrolling through her phone. She looked up as the door clicked shut and immediately noticed his brooding expression.
“Finally! You weren’t taking your calls, and I had to call Ash to confirm if everything was okay. You look like someone dragged you through a battlefield,” Elizabeth quipped, setting her cup down. “How did it go? Rough, isn’t it?”
Miguel exhaled heavily, tossing his keys on the coffee table. “Rough doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
Elizabeth’s curiosity piqued as she leaned forward. “I was told yo
